This quiet place with my mind racing
Turning towards the habit that dulls the anxiety
But amplifies the fear
It’s a vicious cycle
That either ends by choice or desperation
How do I be still?
It is said that keeping at such a pace is a trauma response
What am I running from?
The sadness, the boredom, the dullness of this life?
Sitting with this quiet brings forth sorrow, anger and regret
Being with these emotions allows them to fade
Isn’t this better then swallowing them inside
Sitting like a rock in the bottom of your belly?
What if I told you that the stillness you so readily avoid
Is the key to your healing?
Or at the very least, it begins to open the window
So you can feel the breeze, the sunshine on your face
And let Peace into your soul
Finally, finally
Now, you can breathe.
